Corrección Letra It Ain't My Fault par Yella Beezy

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Shad On The-
It ain't my fault, ayy
It ain't my fault, ayy
Shad On The Beat

It ain't my fault that I be flexin' on these niggas
(It ain't my fault)
It ain't my fault I chase this bread instead of bitches
(It ain't my fault)
It ain't my fault, ayy (Ayy)
It ain't my fault, ayy (Ayy)
It ain't my fault that y'all be wantin' to test a nigga
(It ain't my fault)
It ain't my fault that we ain't got the same ambition
(It ain't my fault)
It ain't my fault, ayy (Ayy)
It ain't my fault, ayy (Ayy)

No, it ain't my fault
I got sauce and I'm a boss
I got raw, my southern drawl
Got the lil' bitch panties comin' off
Ice, snow I'm packin' now go get it off
Went and hid some pounds in my new loft
Kickin' the flavor, the shit you been off
I do the dance and then I get lost
Skrt- ha, hoo, I'm gone
Don't call my phone tryna bone
It won't be long 'til I get on
That nigga ain't right so I did 'im wrong
Too- too- too- too to your dome
I- I- I spit the real and y'all niggas joke
f*ck how you feel, put that on my dome
You know I f*cked that lil' bitch down 'til the morn
My diamond, water, your bitch, want
I might, raw, that's your daughter?
Never saw, but I might call
She bent over, look at her, hi, Mrs. Parker
If I serve this juice then it gotta be dark
Can't cut with the blade, it gotta be sharp
This meant to be? Nah, I'll shoot a imposter
Might be eatin' on noodles and pasta

Ayy, we ain't got the same ambition
Nigga, we don't even f*ck the same kind of bitches
Nigga, we ain't even got the same kind of vision
Cut from another cloth, we ain't the same kind of nigga
I'm really ashamed of you niggas
Make the ho feel special, how lame are you niggas?
Hell yeah, cuz, I'm blamin' you niggas
Blow the bitch head up, now she think that she bigger
The f*ck is you thinkin', my nigga?
Get in front the law and start singin', my nigga?
And I really thought that they were dancin', my nigga?
I'll f*ck around and start blankin', my nigga
What's up with them bangers, my nigga?
Put your fingers up and start bangin', my nigga
Rep that shit, what you claimin', my nigga?
If they start trippin', let 'em rang out, my nigga
You know what cray? (Cray)
A lot of these niggas, they tried to play me (Play me)
Didn't think I would make it (Didn't think I would make it)
But now I'ma throw the shit up in their faces (Faces)
Put that on my baby (Put that on my baby)
I'ma shit on these niggas until God take me ('Til God take me)
The f*ck is you sayin'? (The f*ck is you sayin'?)
I'ma lick the plate then and then I'll scrape it

Shad On The-

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